Luke took a deep breath and tried to keep his calm. That... just wasn't his thing. He was behind the counter of his diner, scratching his head to fix a toaster but that damn device didn't appear to be complying. His nephew, Jess, watched him entertained as he put his jacket on and left. That guy. Since his arrival, he had only messed up around. Still, he was family and Luke kinda saw himself in that troublemaker. At the shopkeeper's bell ringing, he looked up to see who had just entered his diner and... hoped that it wasn't so.
"Luke, I need to talk to you right now" Taylor, the town selectman, said as he walked in and up to the counter, waving to the other people in the diner.
"What is it Taylor?" Luke asked, already annoyed, putting the toaster aside for a moment. He genuinely couldn't stand the town selectman. Not only for his fussy manner but for the way he acted as a foil to him... Obnoxious.
"I've conducted an investigation of all the people who may have been witness to the phony murder at my store last night. Three people have reported seeing Jess in that area late last night, skulking, lurking" Taylor explained with self-conceit. It really got on his nerves. Luke rolled his eyes to another point and strove to ignore him. To no avail. "What are you gonna do about it, Luke?"
"About what?" Luke replied, brief and bothered.
"The Jess situation. You have to do something. People want action" Taylor stated, slamming his fist on the table. What a disrespect. Luke's forehead vein popped out and stream came out of his ears as it was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was so on the verge of punching the town selectman in that butt face... Then it hit him.
"People want action, uhm?" Luke repeated with a dirty grin as he stepped from behind the counter and grabbed Taylor by the collar of his shirt. The town selectman couldn't say a word being dragged across the diner to the storage room without anyone making a fuss.
"L-Luke, what's wrong with you?" Taylor inquired the second the diner owner let go of him and locked the door behind 'em. He didn't answer, blinded by rage, and the town selectman shuddered at the look on his face. H-had he poked the bear? In no time, Luke turned him around, grasping him by his wrists, and pinned him down onto the table there. Taylor hissed as he tried to break free but the diner owner proved himself and his dominance by holding him down and still. Eventually, he stopped struggling and surrendered.
Luke giggled, having the upper hand. He let go of the town selectman's wrists but only to unbuckle his belt. The clinking sound echoed throughout the room and made Taylor's skin crawl. W-what was he up to now? Swallowing down, he turned his shaky head to see the diner owner removing his leather belt and folding it in half. He didn't really think to- As Luke took a practice swing and sliced the belt through the air, there were no more doubts. He was going to be spanked.
Taylor opened his mouth to beg him but closed it right after, knowing it would only have irritated Luke more. There was just a thing he could do. So he tilted his head forward and closed his eyes, preparing for the shot. He didn't have to wait long. The first lash came crashing down over his pants. The town selectman let out a squeak of pain as he felt the abrupt burn spreading across his butt. He didn't have time to recover that another stroke of belt came down, followed by a second one, a third one... It hurt and tears filled his eyes. His crotch, though, rocking against the edge of the table, ignited a rare warmth in his groin. His masochist nature reawoke as he involuntarily thrust his hips in sync with the blows. When, all of a sudden, the diner owner halted, his belt clattering to the floor.
Taylor thought that his punishment was finally over, his ass on fire after being whipped. Poor sap. Soon Luke took one of the chairs in there and, sitting on it, grabbed the town selectman by the hem of his trousers to pull him over his knees. Taylor startled as he found himself on the other man's lap, strong hands caressing his bruised butt through the fabric. The next second, Luke had yanked down his pants and briefs to reveal a pair of livid cheeks. He was pleased with himself, skimming over the red mark he had left on the town selectman's ass. Suffice to say he thought he hadn't even felt the sting of his belt with his trousers on. Better this way.
Without a warning, Luke raised his arm and delivered another burning strip, this time on the bare sensitive skin. Taylor gritted his teeth to stifle his gasp of discomfort as a second swat hit violently his other buttock. It amazed the diner owner how the cheek jiggled and turned to a deeper red. He didn't hold back, at all. He started to smack the poor butt again and again, setting up some sort of rhythm. Each sharp slap made the town selectman jerk forward, bucking his hips and stroking his clothed cock right against Luke's thighs. A soft groan escaped from his lips, the friction from his humping enough to build up his orgasm.
The diner owner didn't notice a thing and kept torturing Taylor's cheeks, unaware of the pleasure he was giving him. After all, he was having fun as well, bringing out his sadistic side. He was the alpha. He was in charge. As he laid three whacks in quick succession over his aching ass, the town selectman had to bite his lips to stop a whine. He could feel Luke's prick harden under him, pressing against his own, and... that was it. His balls tightened, his toes curled and, with a hard bump on his butt, Taylor came. 6 spurts of thick, sticky cum rose from the base of his cock and spilled all over his pants. The diner owner kept spanking him throughout his climax, confusing his moans of ecstasy for cries of pain. He drove his palm one last time against the town selectman's buttocks, by now sore and stinging, and stopped.
"Hope you have learned the lesson. Never. Bug. Me" Luke remarked as he pushed Taylor off of his lap and onto the floor, standing up. The town selectman tried to pull himself together, rolling on his back and gasping for air. He was over the moon. It was then that the diner owner noticed the wet spot spreading on Taylor's pants and realized what just had happened. His satisfaction smirk quickly turned into an outraged one. How had he dared? On the spur of the moment, he unbuttoned his trousers, pulling out his semi-hard cock, and took aim. "This is what you fucking deserve"
Taylor let out a whimper as a hot stream of piss burst from Luke's prick and splashed him, soaking his clothes completely. Humiliated and deprived of his dignity, his cock bulged in his pants again...